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The International Phonetic Alphabet consonants found in English, with keywords and relevant parts of the mouth highlighted and colour-coded. (Source.)

pervocracy

Pronouncing each of these in sequence is a very strange and amusing physical sensation, and I highly recommend it.

elodieunderglass

haha look it’s where those noises live in your dang FACE, TRY IT

elamarth-calmagol

Very helpful actually

jadeseadragon

Jacques-Laurent Agasse (Swiss, 1767-1849, active in Britain from 1800), Group of Whelps Bred between a Lion and a Tigress (Liger Cubs), 1825, oil on canvas.

Inscribed in black paint, upper left: "Bred at Windsor Octr 1824. | Painted when six-months old"

#jacques-laurent agasse #jacques laurent agasse #liger cubs #tigress #lion #hybrid cats #big cats

depsidase

This undated photo provided by Veronica Roberson in June 2026 shows her grandson, Kohen Wiley, of Senatobia, Mississippi.

Family lays One-Year-Old Kohen Wiley To Rest After Police Murdered Him While He Sat In His Moms Lap

Jun 28

"A minor property dispute in Mississippi escalated into lethal force against a family vehicle. Kohen Wiley should still be alive.

On June 14, 2026, Senatobia police responded to a shoplifting call at a Walmart in Mississippi. They fired into a vehicle in the parking lot, killing one-year-old Kohen Kartier Wiley and critically wounding the driver.

Kohen was sitting on his mother’s lap. He had nothing to do with any alleged theft. The family states the diapers were paid for and they were leaving the store. His mother tried to show officers that her baby was inside the car.

Police opened fire anyway.

The Official Claim

The officer claimed the vehicle was accelerating toward him. That claim does not change the fact that deadly force was used on a car containing a one-year-old child over a minor property dispute.

This was not a tragic accident. It was police escalation of a low-level call into lethal force against a family vehicle with an infant inside."

#murdered by police #acab #2026 june

Raining buckets

#eastern oregon #summer storm #home #2026 june

pmamtraveller

Edvard Munch, The Sun

#edvard munch

robertreich

Today I start my ninth decade on earth. It’s astounding and distressing, but I suppose it’s better than the alternative. In his latter years, my father would always answer my weekly phone question, “How are you, Dad?” with a brisk “Still here!” Several of my joints ache, I can’t remember shit, I can no longer do 20 pushups at a clip, several good friends have passed, my bald spot is claiming more territory, and I can’t hear very well (especially in restaurants). But, hey, I’m still here. And hardly alone. All 1946 boomers still here are turning 80. More babies were born in 1946 than in any other year of American history up to then. Dolly Parton is one. She has been 80 since January 19 of this year. I still haven’t met her. Meeting her has been on my bucket list for six decades. She’s my height. We have similar values. I’ve been in love with her since I was 15, but so far, zilch. When I was a small boy, my grandma Frances was courted by a man named Jack Hirsch, who was then 80. I had never before encountered someone as old as Jack. I was scared to speak loudly in his presence, or sneeze, or cough, for fear he’d fall over and die. I remember thinking he could be Methuselah (who, according to the Bible, lived until the ripe old age of 969). What happens after you hit a ripe old age? Do you ripen until you rot? Three score and ten is the number of years of life set out in the Bible. Modern technology and Big Pharma add at least a decade, bringing us 1946 boomers to where we are now. Yesterday I ran into a former student who upon seeing me exclaimed, “You look great!” I thanked her even though she was probably just being polite. An elderly friend once told me there were four ages to life: youth, middle age, old age, and “You look great.” I’m now in the fourth stage. My wish for you is that you have a long lifespan and a long health-span, that you relish every day you have, spend time with people you love and value, let go of all the petty crap, wish no one ill (except perhaps Trump), and continue to fight for what’s good and noble and important. And regardless of your age, my thanks to you for joining me on this journey. (By the way, you look great.)

#robert reich at 80 #robert reich #dolly parton

wilwheaton

“I’ve certainly stopped by the Reflecting Pool from time to time. I even lived in the nation’s capital for five years. It always seemed more or less fine: water, reflecting, no evident swampiness. I started googling at first and Google AI told me how this has really been a big deal for ages and no one had been able to fix the problems. But when I looked at the articles they were getting this from it was all stuff from the last month, with sections that were longer versions of the snippet I just showed you.”

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Trump’s New Leak in the Back Reflecting Pool Legend

This is one of the truly insidious, deadly, and dangerous aspects of AI use in search results, and it’s entirely by design.

The oligarchs and tech fascists want to manipulate reality (or at least the public perception of reality) by substituting their ideological lies and false bullshit for actual facts. They tell the AI to ignore sources they don’t like, and to privilege those that they do, and this is what we get.

It’s *vital* that we teach kids (and reeducate adults, if necessary) to never use AI for this sort of information gathering. It’s so dangerous to let this happen without any pushback.

Fuck AI. Fuck technofascists.